was i left behind, someone tell me, tell me i survived. and don't look so surprised that i'm home, but just for tonight. with rough hands and sore eyes, so don't speak, i am tired. let's just live through this lie.
she says i swear too much, she says a lot of things, well i'd swear every other word if i could for her, i'll make an attempt. sometimes love isn't about how much he suits you. but how much you're willing to change to suit them.
all my bones are dust some people too damaged, too much, too late and my heart's sealed with rust some people too damaged, too much, too late these hands will always be rough some people too damaged, too much, too late i know this won't count for much some people too damaged, too much, too late
one day my hands were too soft, one day she said, i'm tired. one day her clothes were on my floor, one day, empty bottles. well i'm not saying she's my last. i'm just saying that she could have been, it doesn't matter how rough these hands get. it doesn't matter cause i'm not her man.
all my bones are dust (rough hands, rough days) some people too damaged, too much, too late and my heart's sealed with rust (rough hands, rough season) some people too damaged, too much, too late these hands will always be rough (rough hands, rough days) some people too damaged, too much, too late i know this won't count for much (rough hands, rough season) some people too damaged, too much, too late
Compositores: Christopher Raymond Steele, Dallas John Green (Alexisonfire), George Douglas Pettit (Alexisonfire), Jordan Michael Hastings (Alexisonfire), Wade Gordon Macneil (Alexisonfire) ECAD: Obra #10210170 Fonograma #12681114